Jen didn't have much time to think and ended up speaking the first word that came to her mind:
"Transform!"
"Right." Kyle said on the other end of the line. For your transformation, all the clothes you wear will disappear from your body, returning tidy to your wardrobe and drawers. In place of the piece of clothing you wear, there will be a version of it painted on your body, like body paint. Every piece of clothing, coats, skirts, dresses, underwear, even shoes and socks, became a faithful reproduction, down to the smallest detail, painted on your body, of the clothes you were going to wear. But be careful, the paint comes off easily if it's wet."
"Wait!?" Jen asked. "People will know that my clothes are just body paint."
"Maybe. It's hard to say. The painting will be so perfect that, perhaps, most will not notice. But that's going to be your problem."
"If I get cold or hurt the soles of my feet?"
"You will get by! Good-bye!"
Kyle hung up before Jen could say anything else.